Yes I got married, my burdens are carried, My mouth pours out things that are true; My happiness is plenty, I’m faithful to many, My Bleeding Heart belongs to all of you. No words ever spoken, for the weak or the broken, No one to stand and fight for you; The world gave a frown, tried to burn my life …
Love??
Before the 18th century, Love did not exist; Marriages were arranged, And brides were unkissed. Daughters were sold, To the one with highest bids; The man would take care of her, In exchange for raising kids. No words of compassion, No saying baby or honey; For men it was about beauty, And for women it was about money. But in …